This morning, Yi Kee closed its doors. A notice was posted at the door, indicating that Yi Kee would be closed for the morning and would not provide morning tea service. It would reopen at 11:15, and lunch would be served as usual.

Because Yi Kee had more important things to do this morning -

the three-chamber trial.

No, it was the first formal meeting of the Yi Kee family.

The oldest participant was 29-year-old Yi Jiadong, who was naturally appointed as the host of the meeting.

The youngest participant was 12-year-old Yi Jiajun, who was entrusted with the important task of serving tea and water to everyone.

On the left side of the long table, Yi Jiadong sat at the head and tail, followed by Yi Jiayi, Jiaru, Baoshu and Jiajun.

On the opposite side, only Sun Xin sat.

Jiaru distributed a copy of the paper and pen that had been prepared earlier to each person, and then sat back in her seat. After writing, her expression was serious, and she was ready to take notes.

As the clerk of this meeting, she was responsible for taking minutes.

At the beginning of the meeting, Yi Jiadong briefly described the purpose of this meeting, and then proceeded to the first agenda of the meeting, asking Sun Xin to explain why he did not attend the TVB artist training class.

Sun Xin hesitated for a long time before speaking. It turned out that he was reluctant to leave Yi Ji, wanted to make mapo tofu here, wanted to be with everyone, and did not want to leave his comfort zone.

Everyone was silent for a while, and Yi Jiadong pushed forward the next process of the meeting, starting with the youngest Jiajun to speak and express his opinion.

"Brother Sun Xin, life is still long. You are so young. You shouldn't have decided everything before you are 20. Our lives will be better. In the future, sister Jia Ru will leave to pursue her own career, then Bao Shu, and finally me. By that time, only your eldest brother will stick to Yi Ji. You see, it is impossible for you not to change what you think." Jia Jun put his palms flat on the table. He was sitting in a standard posture and listening attentively, but his words were mature beyond his age.

This big family that is gathered together now will always go their separate ways in the future. Everyone will leave. There is no banquet that will last forever.

What Sun Xin said about staying with everyone in Yi Ji is impossible. The world is changing every moment, and people cannot help but accept the changes.

Ding Baoshu nodded and continued, "Even if you leave, your home can still be here. Your roots are still here, but the branches must stretch out to absorb the sun so that your vitality can be stronger."

Jiaru straightened her hair and followed everyone else's example, sitting upright, putting down her pen and saying, "Eagles always have to fly away. It's a pity for Sun Xin, who looks so outstanding, to stay in the kitchen. Although this is entirely my personal opinion, Sun Xin should make his own decision. But you are young now and your thoughts are not clear. Simply, the decision you make now may not be the one that is right for you, and may not be the one that you will be satisfied with in the future. A book I read recently said that young people should go out and try more, walk, see, and try more, so that they can know which one they really love and is right for them. After you have gone out and explored a circle, it will be more stable to decide which career to pursue in your life. "

Jiajun and Ding Baoshu turned their heads together and nodded to Jiaru, expressing their agreement with what their second sister said.

Jiaru blushed, and it was rare for a girl who was as cheerful as a wild horse to be embarrassed.

It was Jiayi's turn to speak. She turned around and looked at Sun Xin. After thinking for a while, she said, "I also support you to give it a try. If you don't like it or it's not suitable, you can come back. You are a good tofu maker. Will the elder brother not want you when the time comes?" "

Always." Yi Jiadong immediately raised his hand to express his opinion.

Sun Xin is a man of few words and not very lively, but he is diligent, hardworking, serious and careful. He is really a rare good helper.

"If I go to the artist training class, Brother Jiadong will have to recruit new people." Sun Xin was embarrassed and scratched the table with his fingers.

Yi Jiadong put his arm around Sun Xin's and said, "I will do as much as I can. Whenever I recruit new people, I will do more. There is no end to making money. If there are more people, you can take care of more customers. If there are fewer people, you can take care of fewer customers. The ice house will still be open."

Yi Jiadong has always been open-minded about these things.

He works very hard, but he has never been a very competitive person.

"..." Sun Xin looked around at everyone and saw that everyone nodded to him.

Yi Jiadong stood up and walked to Sun Xin, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Everyone supports you to give it a try, but it's still up to you to decide. Sit down and think about it."

After that, he nodded to everyone, and Jiayi pulled his brothers and sisters to stand up.

Several people went to the kitchen to wash vegetables and cut vegetables to help Yi Jiadong prepare lunch.

The phone rang, Jiayi turned around and went to the counter to answer the phone, and immediately heard Liu Jiaming's voice:

"How is the preparation for the lunch banquet going? We will be there on time at 11:30."

"Don't worry, it will be rich enough." Jiayi leaned on the table, answering while secretly looking at Sun Xin.

The young man was like a wronged student who was kept after school, staring at his hands with his head down, thinking about it.

Liu Jiaming answered on the phone: "Do you want to order a cake?"

"I have already ordered it. When the time comes, we will push the cake out from the back kitchen. Do you want to sing?" Jiayi held her chin.

"Sure, once the cake comes out, we'll sing 'Wishing you a long and happy life, Happy birthday, every year...' How about that?" Liu Jiaming lowered his voice, obviously this was a secret call.

"Okay, no problem. Brother Jiaming will lead the singing then." Jiayi immediately finalized it.

"OK, madam!" Jiaming chuckled, and it was settled.

"Then see you at the teacher appreciation dinner at noon." Jiayi hung up the phone, and when she raised her head, she met Sun Xin's round eyes, which were as black and white as a puppy, and her heart fluttered. Doufuzai is really suitable to be an actor. Who wouldn't like to see such a face and such an expression appear on TV?

Aunts, girls, and grandmothers are probably going to go crazy for him.

"How is it? Have you thought about it?" Jiayi leaned on the counter and asked with a smile.

"I want to give it a try." Sun Xin said, his back unconsciously straightened.

"I heard it's very hard, and you have to play a minor role. Many actors work late at night. Sometimes they work more than 20 hours a day, week after week. Can you bear it?" Jiayi's upper body weight pressed on her left arm, her body slightly leaned to the left, her head tilted, and she looked down at him with raised eyebrows.

Sun Xin raised his head and stared at her for a while before saying, "I can bear it. Since you want to give it a try, you have to endure all the hardships, try all the opportunities, and use up all the strength you can exert, only then you will know whether you can really do it or not."

Otherwise, it is not considered as trying your best, and you will still regret it when you look back. If

he wants to give it a try, he will not be afraid of hardship.

"That's great! When the scout comes at noon, we will be there to help you find out. We will never let you suffer a loss." Jiayi smiled and was really happy for Sun Xin.

No matter what, it is always a good thing to have more opportunities and more fun in life. Although it is said that

if you want to win glory and wealth, you must always pay some hard work that ordinary people can't imagine. Sun Xin has no foundation and his efforts will only be more, not less, but she is still happy for him.

The stories of Hong Kong people in the 1990s are all magnificent and turbulent in any literary and artistic works.

At this moment, Jiayi's heart was surging, and she suddenly felt that she was also in such a turbulent era. She would witness her relatives and friends bravely set sail and welcome the east wind that belongs to them.

She stretched her body forward, crossed the counter, and reached out to Sun Xin with her hand.

Doufuzi immediately understood Jiayi's meaning, stood up, and put his shoulder towards her hand.

Jiayi patted his shoulder with satisfaction, smiled and said to him, "Come on!" The sun was shining brightly.

Sun Xin nodded, took a deep breath, turned around and followed her into the back kitchen to prepare the lunchtime thank-you dinner.

...

The gifts prepared by everyone in advance were hidden everywhere in the shop, stuck under the round table, stuck under the chairs, covered with cloth in the corners of the wall, stuffed behind the abacus on the counter...all of them were small items carefully selected by the agents of Group B.

The sun was shining brightly today, and when Fang Zhenyue led the agents of Group B into the shop, his shoulders were covered with golden sunlight.

At that time, Jiayi was wearing an apron and helping her eldest brother serve guests. She felt a shadow blocking the sunlight at the door. When she turned around, she saw a tall man coming against the light.

Because she couldn't see the other person's features clearly, Jiayi squinted slightly, but the scene she saw became even more blurred. Only the tall and handsome outline was extremely clear, making people feel the pressure like a mountain looming over their heads.

She stood up with a slight breath, and the next moment Fang Zhenyue stepped into the shop, shook off the edge of the sunlight, and blended into the indoor floodlight, and finally his features became clear.

The intimidating momentum faded, and Jiayi saw Brother Yue's smile.

...

Every group building meal of Group B is very rich, and this one doesn't seem to be anything special.

But everyone had a mysterious smile on their face, even Qiu Susan, who came with them to have lunch temporarily, laughed from time to time.

Fang Zhenyue noticed this, but did not say anything, and continued to eat and drink. Since

these losers did not speak, he just concentrated on enjoying the food and let his soul wander in the temple of delicious taste buds.

Just when Liu Jiaming was about to wink at Jiayi, a person suddenly walked in the door and claimed to be Wang Linjing, the TVB producer who came to see Sun Xin yesterday.

Liu Jiaming quickly retracted his wink, and Jiayi, who had half raised her butt, sat down again.

Sun Xin came out from the back kitchen, and Yi Jiadong and Jiayi accompanied him to greet Wang Linjing.

After asking Producer Wang to sit at the table next to Fang Zhenyue and the others in the shop, Jiayi and her elder brother sandwiched Sun Xin in the middle, and began to help Sun Xin answer Producer Wang's questions while asking questions to Producer Wang, as if they were afraid that Sun Xin would be kidnapped by traffickers.

Although Wang Linjing has always been an assistant to the chief producer in TVB and has never produced a drama independently, he has followed the crew to travel far and wide and met all kinds of people.

People like Jiayi and Jiadong who are not very confident in him are nothing.

He has also dealt with people who are more difficult to deal with than the Yi brothers and sisters, so he always smiles calmly, answers fluently, and looks very reliable.

But a few minutes later, the situation suddenly began to get out of control.

The first person to come over from the next table was Uncle Jiu. The old man sat with his legs apart, holding his small wooden stick for quitting smoking. After sitting down, he didn't say a word, and first looked Wang Linjing up and down.

Having been a policeman for a lifetime, his eyes were full of electricity, which made Wang Linjing's heart twitch uncomfortably.

Next was Tan Sanfu, the arrogant and strong old detective who didn't know how to restrain his unique hunter's cold temperament. He put his hands on the table and shot a biting look at Wang Linjing.

Wang Linjing was still smiling awkwardly at Uncle Jiu, and when he met Sanfu's eyes, he was simply unable to resist.

This is why ordinary people are taken into the interrogation room and they will confess to things like "I peed on my sister-in-law's bed when I was three years old" in just two or three minutes. The police are wolves and beasts. Ordinary people are no match for their sharpness and sense of oppression.

When Wang Linjing felt uneasy, Liu Jiaming and Gary also sat over. Sun Xin's left and right arms were all powerful generals. Wang Linjing originally thought that after Sun Xin agreed, he would put on a good supervisory posture and control Sun Xin, so that he could use him as a connection and a younger brother in the future.

But now...

At this time, Qiu Sushan grabbed Liu Hai, turned around, put one hand on the table, and supported the back of the chair with the other hand. One leg was under the table, but the other leg was stretched out diagonally, and the toes almost touched the leg of Wang Linjing's chair.

Madam's authority swept across the sky. Who dared to be sneaky or have any ulterior motives within her field of vision?

Wang Linjing: "..."

Weak, helpless, dared not move.

"I am definitely not a liar... I signed a formal contract... I am a formal student... I don't accept red envelopes, kickbacks, or lies!" Wang Linjing's sweat was about to fall from his head.

"There is no problem with the contract." Liu Jia confirmed.

"Yeah, ok." Gary also nodded.

Jiayi nodded and handed it to Sun Xin, indicating that he could sign it.

When the signed contract was returned to Wang Linjing, Jiayi said, "We will send Sun Xin to the artist dormitory in the evening."

"Okay, no problem." Wang Linjing moistened his lips and nodded with a smile.

With a sigh of relief, Jiayi finally felt relieved. After she stood up and shook hands with Wang Linjing, her originally serious smile turned into a friendly one.

"We must treat you to lunch. Supervisor Wang has worked hard. I wonder if you have any dietary restrictions?"

"No, no, we can't let you treat us. That's not appropriate. Sorry." Wang Linjing waved his hands.

"It's our responsibility." Jiayi nodded and stood up. She turned around and said, "Baoshu, make a cup of good tea for Supervisor Wang."

"I'll go cook two good dishes. Sun Xin, you sit down and talk to Supervisor Wang." Yi Jiadong patted Sun Xin on the shoulder, stood up and slipped into the kitchen.

Seeing that the matter was settled, the detectives also stood up, greeted Supervisor Wang in a friendly manner, and went back to their own tables to continue eating.

Supervisor Wang then breathed a sigh of relief and quietly wiped the sweat from his forehead with a tissue. He touched the cigarette in his trouser pocket and invited Sun Xin to go out for a smoke.

Sun Xin shook his head and said he didn't know how to do it, so Wang Linjing left the table alone.

...

Just now everyone went to surround Wang Linjing, and Fang Zhenyue was eating alone at the table. Now he was half full, and when he looked up and saw Wang Linjing going out to attract him, he got up and followed him out.

Wang Linjing turned around and saw Fang Zhenyue, knowing that this man was the head of the detectives, he nodded and smiled and politely handed over the cigarette.

Fang Zhenyue was not polite, and took the cigarette and put it in his mouth. Wang Linjing held the lighter to help him make a phone call, but Fang Zhenyue stretched out his hand and pushed it away, indicating that it was not necessary.

Wang Linjing didn't say much, just took a quick look at the tall man in front of him.

A Vacheron Constantin watch, a Hugo Boss belt, Armani leather shoes... very low-key, a set of super expensive luxury goods, but ordinary people can't understand it at all.

Wang Linjing himself can't afford such equipment. If he hadn't relied on his eyesight in the circle, he would probably not be able to recognize the high value of the person in front of him.

The entertainment circle is also infected with the style of respecting clothes first and then respecting people. Wang Linjing smelled Fang Zhenyue's luxury and his attitude was inevitably a little respectful.

Looking at Fang Zhenyue's eyes and expression, Wang Linjing felt that his posture was a little formal even when he was smoking casually.

Fang Zhenyue held the cigarette in his mouth but didn't smoke. He just locked the filter mouthpiece with his upper and lower canine teeth on the left, and flicked it with the tip of his tongue from time to time.

Officer Fang didn't say anything, and Wang Linjing didn't dare to talk to him. He was embarrassed for a minute in this weird and somewhat depressing atmosphere, and for the first time, he felt that smoking was a difficult thing.

Finally, Fang Zhenyue seemed to feel that the pressure had been applied long enough. He raised his right hand to take off the cigarette, looked at the cigarette pinched between his thumb and index finger, and gently flicked it to play with it. Under Wang Linjing's urgent gaze, he spoke:

"Sun Xin is timid. Although he can speak Cantonese, he doesn't speak it very well... Who are the people living in the same dormitory with him? What do they do before coming to the artist training class? Does he have a violent tendency? Is he arrogant and domineering? Or is he gentle and polite?"

"..." Wang Linjing was in a trance for a moment.

He had just escaped from the siege of a group of detectives, but he turned around and fell into the tiger's mouth again.

After a few minutes of "interrogation", everything about Sun Xin's artist training class was arranged clearly -

living in dormitory No. 2, facing the sun, and living with 7 young people of the same age, all from the lower class, each of them is experienced, cheerful and kind.

The training lasts for half a year, with the first 3 months of study and the second 3 months of internship. During this period, the study and internship are all free for the trainees.

During this period, the trainees will be paid for playing minor roles in the crew, calculated by episode.

The trainees who attend the class are also subsidized for transportation and food expenses, and can go home to live one day off a week. During the class, relatives and friends can visit the dormitory after class. During the internship, if the person in charge of the crew is communicated in advance, relatives and friends can also visit the crew according to the rules.

Fang Zhenyue returned to the house with satisfaction. Wang Linjing, who had finished smoking a cigarette at the door, wiped his sweat, quickly pinched out another cigarette, lit it, and took a deep puff before finally regaining the joy of smoking.

This Sun Xin... said he went to Hong Kong alone, but in fact... bullshit! Not at all! Not at all!

...

With a lot of information, Fang Zhenyue returned to the big table, pressed his fingers on the table, and was about to show off the particularly reliable "clues" he had asked, when the lights in the shop suddenly went out.

At this moment, he was thinking about Sun Xin, and had completely forgotten about the sneaky behavior of his subordinates when he first came to Yi Ji. So when Jia Yi pushed the cake out from the back kitchen, Jia Ming suddenly stood up and sang the birthday song, he was completely caught off guard.

"Wish you a long life and good health... Good health every year... Congratulations, so happy... Let's drink a cup with the birthday star, Happy Birthday..."

Everyone stood up, sang along with Jia Ming, and clapped to the rhythm.

In the blink of an eye, only Fang Zhenyue was left sitting at the round table. Obviously, everyone else had made an appointment and kept it a secret from him.

When the cake was pushed in front of him, he was still thinking in his mind: Whose birthday is today? Me? The day is wrong... It wasn't

until he looked down and saw the words "Congratulations to Fang Sir for his promotion to Inspector" on the cake that he suddenly realized.

He tilted his head and closed his eyes, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He raised his arms and crossed his hands to cover his eyes.

So embarrassing, let him go...

these losers!